you're bloods so
and i put my
finger
          right
in it i dip
it right into
you're blood
so
    and

won't ever a star fall
briefly with light
from where a comes a leaf
(no. not a leaf. a tree)
                                     yes, a tree

   ,
       out of its throat
       that sounds like a girl sounds
       the first time her heartbreaks
       easy
       like rain
       from her eyes

i just feel beautifully

       inside

as a word
                       i strive

                                      to
                                              say

                                                      (but never can)

feet, briefly, without earth
repeat
regaled
in sound neon and

with the ground
again
part
again
rapidly
with

precise
unfaltering
youth
mirthdrunk
and laughing

i have a vision. of something a little bit infinitely beautiful. inside me a bit.

something, a bit, that's perfect and hurts.

with bruises. or cuts (thousands of them.)

and i will tell it you.

if you want

grows nothing thicker than
the tip of a thorn
in the softness of your palm
with a minute coronet
of scarlet
                     doesn't hurt

                     almost looks pretty

                     and won't stop till pressed

                                                 with a finger

you.re like me not like me you.re exactly
nothing precisely like me

                                               just nothing
                                               at all
                                               everything like me
                                               you.
                                               re
                                               j
                                               U
                                              s
                                               t
                                                 like me
                                                 (not)

wanting the good veneer
of boy eyes
girls
in tiny pieces
of neon
perspire
from the *******
of Friday

crawling up
their calves
into most life's
boywanted
aperture

i would, perhaps, a 1,000 folded lips
crease into 1
                       kiss

the venom of thy cheeks
a smooth immolation

              REDpretty

with white beneath
neatly in rows
                                   that sharp
                  
         but



feel good

nice and
                ,

           .

                ,


   .

lightening I, baby, struck deeply
cleaving thy smile

thigh sticky
                       and to the lip

brimming, teeters, dear, you
on me

crests up thy body, arched
totally and splits the quiet

seething
                   aches

                                a
                                         yowl

something girl though fragile likes

     (like i like to)


                                   Hurt

come into my hands
they are for you

more unclosed

petals bulbs fingers palms

they are for laughing

the scent of the ocean

the feel of your shoulders

the quiet of midnight

sleep in them your fine
ribs, the night was magic

and you said, "I felt safe in your arms. Thanks for that."

it feels precisely,

no,                  more

exactly pleasant:

SUN barely

'cause autumn
shoulders less light

Rain more

and unlight

earlier, day each day
marches deeper
into deeper

gilt in naked and dead
colours: gold brown

'pon crunch build
towers of ******

(trees)

silently after silence
flood infinitely into

SlEEp,

          ,

    .

           '

you

put your

tongue

in
all
my

cuts

lick

if so i was
a practical flavor
spilt to mouth of tedium
a maw in which daily incisors crinkle seriously my guts

the most common drive of human expression is arrogance

"You'll never be as pretty as me." She said.

I am not myself
nor were I; know a thing
this body's just fantasy
this mind but a dream

there(realslowlydancing)is feet
cast in leather sweating ankles
up with(firstcalvesdiamond
hardlittlesharp)a delicate feminine

barely in neon

and shook smoke swirling giggles

thighs;****,pink!hair:andPrickles of

tingling most

(and bet tight i her inside is cool hot throbbing) DeLiCiOuS

i (flower) who god

                 blundering


staggered light full

bursting 'tween ribs

blossom quickly faster immortal wilting

                       (petal from stem from petal)


                                                           slough




                                                                            lilt







                                                                                             REst

"I don't know how much longer I can do this."

open me–in this thy woken self;
please me be, within thy cloven helth.

loose thy lock:

o' woven skin and flock of grass,
where Spring hath root
and worm has pass.

be this blithe o' bonny bell
that peels in darkness a golden tell;

for thee, for thou, my hands are made,
to tend thy soul
                             , and flowing glade.

the suns a small fist in its gray stocking weeping steadily bent tears of light. i whisper it my eyes and eat the lucid muscles of its limbs.

motes
nicely
still
in a
pale
amber
shaft
of
sunlight
somewhere
in a
toowarm
quiet
room
(feel
a hand
motes
suddenly
tremble
into
life
dance
wildly
)return
to
           stillness

a lot of times after the sun
and the lilies and next to
to the rain is a window
and i'm sitting waiting
looking and sitting
and waiting
next to the
rain a
window

you like cuts, bleeding,
don't you
                 ?
                   (aren't you)

scratches dear,
you like,
                 don't you? dear

claret
                 baby

you like fingernails,
dear, you like,
                          aren't you?

black painted
red wells
                   from drawn, dear, you

           're

                    like that

don't you
                  ?

only it is that
in every vibrant stitch
or cream and leaves of flame
a craven volatile smoothness
the soil unbuckled
unto this day it swelled
a very giddy wart                  (it glowing on her hips )

swearing with repugnant beauty
it's scarlet freckles grumble with the moss

shines tonight the particular pearls furiously star in eve's deepest *****
just youth and hinted whitest rawness stabbing the sharp air of frigid streets
(i won't walk with you. this is not my place. but i will see-- i will hear

it breaks
(just so
like a skinned knee
gently lapping
cool
       s
          t
                ing
             i
               n
         g
laden BreaTHS                                                 ,                                                  )

dreaming you, have you been sleeping when you've been dreaming?
in nooks quietly smeared cooly draped in shadows mostly
from hidden the arduous sun you lovely dreaming you
(crawling from your softness breathing does
small lunges of your chest
and your risenfalling *******)
i just took a shower and your open laying frame lays in coiling sinuous ruffles
and i trundling under the sheets and about your smallness close and we, just

will you eat me magic?

will you get inside me
hot and press against
my heart your heart?

and will you, magic,
dearly touch and
burn me singeing
with your velvet
lips, magic, my skin?

magic, i, would kiss thee
each portion
each parcel of thy
body i would imbue
with the unstern soft
rub of my mouth magic

i would give you all
the perfect mess
of my soul
and i would
sing a forest for thee

i would say a season
(like Spring) i would
say a small warm day
next to the vibrant
quiver of a lake i
would take you in
my heart i would
carry you in every
scarlet pulse of it

and

           i

                would

                                   love

                                                you

                                                                 Magic

in your bright house is whiteness
in your pert immaculate body
is
        stately ivory wings

who tread the air to heaven
(upon whose breath
trembles the serious
anger of your blonde
hair)with which is days drunken
and marvelous with thy
prim bulbous laughter

dazzling glimmer you eat the hills pretty
inside your first hour                                                                          
a girl lays                                                                                      
stabbed by my young
arms dreaming 'bout her stillness nestled fastly

           'gainst me temporary and my ribs
          (she wiggles into deeper thrusting
           that face unugliest and cloaked
           in gentle smiling lips)she kisses
           me by those two cords o' electric
           pink stuff and i verily
                                                 do love her
                                                                             my "stop dreaming" girl

                                                                                                               kiss me

it was milk again last night arms sweating teeth on edge and whole body steaming lathered in crocuses

Sum Mer

summer

sum yer

summer thick you
your rind
is splendid
to break

by teeth eagerly
your juice                    (sweet juice

                                            soft juice

                                               coy juice )

it letting
runs so hotly neat

in rills instantly
it clings
to limb and brow

it rolls
it comes out of fair and crisply dying spring
a girl it comes

in short hair
and exactly fraying light

its cherry lush
(from where ardent boyish grinning gush)
is youth sharp in fragrant muss

(and too like would i
in there a bit to tiny die

amongst er thighs a comely playing
i'll a joust of lust to fill their splaying

       )in June time
           a coffee
              and its girl
             were
          they
             and
           i

a lot of things i'm

      got

2eyes2hands2lips
and a mouth between
them and a voice between
that and a heart i've got a chest
where it's red and it moves a more
at you it goes like a deer wildly through
startled brilliant lances of light in a once was
placid, soft, and smooth copse of never trees

that wouldn't (for anything) yield, neither
would it want to but you're like sweating
in the dead of water (between autumn and spring)
frozen,
                 cool,

                                 warm,

are we
unlike steel? (more like light
made supple leaves of grass in
sleeping mountains where lay we
our hands of fire shorn of appolo,s Breath
                                                                         tangling with the boughs of forests
                                                                         darkly
                                                                                   waiting
                                                                       deeply
                                                                                     softly)

.                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                      

























                 ­                                                                 ­                                you
                             ­                                                                 ­                     me
















.

looking real smart between flats
and a bob (in a sundress)
stands some fun

with cute red lips i
think would

be nice
             to get inside

my arm

it was

                it was trying

it was my arm was trying

it was trying to say

              my arms was trying to were trying to say my arms were

saying

                blood

fast;

   the hyper
          critical
            athletic

rushing of perfectness

                    stretched


                    tightly


       smoking
         from
           between
              neon thighs
                        hips
                        waiting

           glow barely
                     skinny
                     painful
                     rose
                     bud

for ******* too long
                     makes HuRTIng
                     sound
                     where your
                     mouth
                                      suddenly

                          crumbles



                      into




                                        spit

door and wall
narrowly divided

lengths and lank)a cat body pours instantaneously


gone

.































                                ­                                          *** UGLY


               your cheeks are rosy splotched itchy with a bit of seeming lovely "please put
               your fingers inside me"

                                                          ivy and flat

                                                         green long  
                                                         snare shining
      
                                                         and thickly lush


               (you "ooh" is "baby, please" my fingers are "ah" while your tongue is "don't stop)"

                and, baby, you smile like you want me to hurt you like you want me to hurt you

               like hurting is pretty bleed a little, baby, and **** sticky with your thighs and sweety

               you look so nice when i'm wearing you between the sound of a train outside my

               bed shakes you're sleeping and i lean over you and kiss your shoulder              .

too burdened seal
this crimson juice
is just a bursting deluge

a rose, a rose, this morning grows
'tween hollyhocks and ***** boughs
a tightest bud whence crimson flows
a rose, a rose, this morning grows
the body of the earth
the eatage of crows
a rose, a rose, this morning goes

it wAS i came by nervous steed
over valley and time to a stream
trickling sickly between your *******
; and it was

          it was

my mouth; and tongue: a RiveR.
questioning her skinny pride

              and taken

my limpid bride

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                                                                                                                                                                             .

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                                                              i would **** even stars































                                                                                                                                                                               .

hello again tomorrow
i'll meet you grinning
when i rise from slump
& shadow i'll raise my
voice to peak it over
sternly the caps of
mountains fleeced in
witless glimmering those
noble skulls are full o' dreams and fancy

my blood

if

put

your in
veins
your

will pump
for me?

you